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"Amitabha!"

"Modern poetry is not counted!"

"It has to be an ancient poem, and it can't borrow verses from the ancients!"

The little monk took a deep breath and forcibly endured the irritability in his heart.

He replied viciously to Ning Fei.

"No, you're deliberately bullying."

"How can there be such a thing, obviously the exam questions don't say whether to write modern poems or ancient poems."

Ling Mengyao was a little anxious.

Although the three of them are all top students, it is no problem to memorize ancient poems.

As for originality, it's better to save it.

"Please take a closer look at the back of the exam question, does it read: All interpretations belong to Qinghe Temple?"

The little monk glanced at Ling Mengyao, who was anxious, and said coldly.

It's just that in my heart, I am happy.

Let Ning Fei scold Lao Tzu, you deserve it!

"You guys are overlord clauses!"

"Big deal, let's just go in!"

"It's like we're rare!"

Being bullied by these dead bald men three times and twice, Xia Wan'er gritted her teeth and said angrily to the little monk with a cold face.

Looking at the appearance of Ling Mengyao and Xia Wan'er, Ning Fei couldn't help but shake his head.

"Can you two pause for a moment?"

"This is a pure land of Buddhism, noisy and noisy, what kind of system is it?"

"Besides, isn't it just an ancient poem?"

"This thing, don't you have hands?"

When Ning Fei's words fell, Ling Mengyao and Xia Wan'er looked stunned.

Could it be that Ning Fei really knows how to write ancient poems?

No, people have made it clear that they are bullying them, no matter whether Ning Fei will or not, there is no need for this, right?

Just when the two girls were stunned.

Ning Fei picked up the brush again and rewrote an ancient poem on rice paper.

"I see mountains and rivers surging."

"It's a beautiful woman across the shore."

"You look at Yao Tai."

"Falling into a sea of clouds."

Just like last time, after Ning Fei finished writing this poem, Ling Mengyao, as a little licking dog, didn't talk nonsense and read it out loud.

"Oh, yes."

"This poem should be regarded as an ancient poem."

"Hmph, little master, do you have anything else to say now?"

After reading it, Ling Mengyao asked the little monk with a snorting face.

Faced with Ling Mengyao's pride, the little monk's cheeks twitched, but he didn't say a word.

He really didn't expect that Ning Fei, a bastard, could really write an ancient poem on the spot.

"Little master, this poem was also written by me to give it to you."

"I hope you like it."

Just when the little monk was depressed, Ning Fei put down the brush with a light smile on his face.

Said to him again.

Hearing this, the little monk was full of excitement.

Again...... Did you write it for me again?

Is there something wrong with this ancient poem?

No, no, no, this is an ancient poem, no matter how talented this bastard is, he can't use an ancient poem to scold me, right?

Although the little monk didn't believe that Ning Fei would scold him again.

After all, being able to write an ancient poem on the spot, Ning Fei's talent is already terrifying.

If you add scolding to an ancient poem, it is much more difficult than simply writing an ancient poem.

In order to confirm, the little monk still looked at the rice paper.

"I... Be...... You...... Fall? "

Hmm... There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it, except that the first three words are a little weird.

"Wait, isn't it a dad who falls? Together, that is: Am I your father?

"Shhh This king and eight calves are really dogs who can't change their shit!

After the little monk reacted, he couldn't stop scolding angrily in his heart.

Those eyes, almost fire-breathing, stared at Ning Fei.

"Ah, stinky tablemate, you... Wrote another Tibetan poem? "

Wow, it's so amazing, the little woman's admiration for you is like a surging river

, endless..." Just when the little monk was angry, Ling Mengyao next to him also saw that there was a problem.

All of a sudden, her beautiful eyes were full of little stars.

Holding small fists with both hands, he patted Ning Fei with admiration and adoration.

Hearing these words, the little monk was even more angry.

"Little master, by the way, can we go in now?"

Ning Fei glanced at Ling Mengyao, and asked the little monk on the side of his mouth, but he was secretly sighing in his heart: It seems that Ling Mengyao, a big stupid girl, occasionally still has such a disgraceful effect.

For example, now, this sycophant is really comfortable.

"You... You can't now..."

The little monk's face turned pale, gritted his teeth, and replied fiercely to Ning Fei.

It's just that before he finished speaking, Ning Fei said excitedly: "Can't go in now?"

"Are there any other difficult questions?"

"Then why are you still stunned, hurry up and take it out, I usually like to do questions."

Looking at Ning Fei's expectant look, the little monk almost died on the spot.

Buddha, save your followers.

This thing in front of us has been bullied to our noses, you should hurry up and drop a thunderbolt and kill him!

Well...... It's best to chop him to the outside and tender on the inside, unload eight pieces, leave no bones, and no soil!